Ballgame.

About once a year I engage in brief, torrid affairs with hotdogs.

My colon disapproves and my spinach judges me from the fridge.

But it's baseball season!

Victoria's Secret has a new baseball line. Yum.

My Mariners.

And mister's Giants (luckily in separate leagues so we can mostly cheer for each other).

REMEMBER THIS?

DONT WORRY, I WAS THERE.